entrancelogs | Mind Games & Ego Masturbation

Who: Light [

god_of_justice], Mihael & Mello [

black_gloved]
Where: In the corridor just out side of room's 313 [Light's room] & 314 [L & Near's room]
When: Backdated; Shortly after this.
Rating: NC-17 [For almost boy-smut?]
Summary: Victories should not be so readily celebrated.
the Story:

He'd won.

And that was all that mattered.

Mihael closed the door of room 314 and stepped into the corridor, fingers lingering on the handle, smearing the brass with red. The blood on his hands was just beginning to dry and crust over, but Mihael wished it wouldn't, it was a symbol of his victory, after all. Victory over the monster that he'd successfully locked away. The smile that danced upon his lips seemed immovable, static, plastered on; it wasn't crooked like that of his counterpart's, but still manic all the same.

Long legs whisked him down the hall, golden hair swaying with his step, the crimson soaked cloth of his shirt clinging to his skin, tattered jeans covered with vermilion splatters and smudges of antiseptic. Yes, Mihael had to be sure that his work would heal nicely, it wouldn't do to have his canvas' wounds become infected, the scars wouldn't be nearly as pretty if that happened.

He didn't notice the figure at the end of the hall, cared about nothing, save for his clean escape from the monster that lurked in the back of his mind.

And then...

thud!

Walking right into an obstacle was always embarrassing, especially when that obstacle happened to be a person. Mihael recovered gracefully, quickly, and stepped backward surveying the damage. He'd gotten blood on the man's clothes.

The sight only caused Mihael's smile to deepen.

The young man hadn't noticed the bloodied figure walking down the corridor. He had been distracted by the current events that had been going around the Mansion. The Gods that arrived didn't make things any easier on him, it made him very angry. The only God around here should be the Queen, the only one to make a judgment should be her. Perhaps I should just succumb and give myself willingly.

Before Light knew it he felt someone bump into him with a thud. He wrinkled his nose while glaring at the figure ahead. "What where... Mello? What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled before looking down at his own clothing to see the blood that had came from the other. His eyes widened briefly in shock at seeing the blood, or perhaps it was the shock of not knowing what Mello had been doing. This had been a question upon his tongue but somehow he just stayed rooted to the spot, not uttering a word. Light raised his head to glance over the other to see if Mello had been injured in any way. (Why did he care anyway?) Dark eyes narrowed as his lips turned into a frown, something seemed a bit off with the person in front of him, but he couldn’t think of what.

And then the exhilarating sense of triumph faded, disappeared completely at the sound of a name that wasn't his. Mihael had flinched at the sound of the name and immediately wondered why the reaction was still so automatic, why it killed any and all sense of stability he had. Black eyes flickered over the man that stood before him, appraising the clothes that he wore, the blood stains that now marred his otherwise pristine appearance.

Recognition.

Mihael almost laughed, didn't know why he didn't realize it before. Kira. Of all people, it had to be Kira. The situation suddenly turned dangerous, and Mihael turned up his guard. He knew who this man was, knew it well. He'd been able to see glimpses, shows of the monster's life, the first time he hadn't been completely sealed away completely, and though he hadn't been needed, hadn't been able to take control, watching someone else's life was infinitely better than rotting away in a pit of darkness.

"I'm sorry, but you've got the wrong person." Mihael replied coolly, running a hand through his hair. "I think an introduction is in order," he paused for a moment, shifting his position and squaring his shoulders, "I'm Mihael."

A hand was extended, it was common courtesy, after all.

He wrinkled his nose at the offering of the hand. Mihael... Mello's real name, why he was putting up this act, it didn't make sense. Light crossed his arms over his now stained shirt, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get the blood out of this white shirt should he have tried. "Stop fooling around, Mello and tell me what is wrong with you."

Deep brown eyes locked with the black eyes of the other. He felt a slight shiver run down his spine. Mihael was not Mello at all, he could feel something about him something that hadn't been set right.

Light took one slow step forward hesitant unsure of what this "Mihael" would actually do. Was he actually afraid or was he just coming to his senses? This was not Mello and he should watch himself.

"What did you do, Mihael?"

The name sounded flat against his tongue, it disgusted him to even use such a name for such a man. Mello had been the better person, having control over what he did or did not do. Mihael, on the other hand, looked like he took control in another way it didn't please Light... or Kira at all.

Another enunciation of the monster's name.
Another flinch, another recoil.

When their eyes had locked, Mihael made sure to drown out every emotion that could have been reminiscent of his counterpart. He's gone, and he's never coming back. It seemed like it worked, the next time Kira addressed him, it was by his proper name. The smile that had vanished was back, most of the immediate threat had been eliminated. The next step? Divide and conquer, of course. (Make sure you can hurt him before he hurts you.)

"What have I done?" Mihael retracted his hand, not offended that the other man hadn't taken it, but because it was a pretense of friendship when nothing of the sort was to be had. If Mihael didn't know better he'd say that Kira sounded almost concerned for the monster. Someone bearing concern for that abomination was no friend of his.

"Nothing that you wouldn't approve of, I'm sure. Near was your enemy, was he not? I just did you a favor." Mihael flexed his fingers, rotated his hand, flecks of dried blood flaked off and fell to the carpet underfoot. "You can go check on him, if you like." He gestured to the door behind him, "It's still open, go see what I've done for yourself, if you're curious." There was nothing to hide, and nothing to be ashamed of. He'd done what he had to and achieved what he'd sought for years. Nothing was going to take his freedom away now.

Mihael stepped forward, edging toward the other man, continued to do so until their closeness was uncomfortable.

"Or perhaps you'd prefer a detailed first hand account behind closed doors?"

"I may not have liked Near, in fact I hated him with a passion since he won. But he won fair and square. Besides I wouldn't want to see what you did. Because Mello would have some self control over what he has done." Light spat at the blonde, glaring at him with deep dark eyes. He felt a cold hatred toward Mihael, he wasn't the same person. He wasn't Mello, he didn't like this being in front of him. Kira wanted Mello! The blonde who made sure he was Kira all of those times.

He took a step back not wanting to be any closer to this thing! This horrible person who knew no self control over the emotions he had. Light didn't feel threatened by him, not at all. The blonde clearly didn’t look capable of anything; each time he mentioned Mello he would flinch and get angry. When he spoke his true name he would smile and be happy, it wasn't normal.

"What happened to you, Mello?"

Mihael cringed; there it was again, that name. Spoken out loud, like it wasn't a crime. Like it actually meant something. Instead of recoiling, Mihael lurched forward, using his weight to slam Light against the wall, hands flying to the other man's shoulders, keeping him pinned. He wouldn't give Light the chance to back away again, he wouldn't allow his existence to be denied in such a manner! No, he wouldn't stand for it. Never again would he be taken so lightly, never again would he be taken for anything less than what he was.

"My name is Mihael." The statement was harsh, biting, so vehement that Mihael surprised himself. (Calm down, you're acting too much like him.) "It would be in your best interest to never speak his name again." Matt had made the same mistake, and it hadn't gone unpunished. Mihael was only all to happy to eradicate any and all traces of his lesser half.

"What's happened to him doesn't matter, the change is for the better." He'd successfully calmed his voice, erased the anger that had laced his words. "You should be more concerned for your personal well being." There, that was perfect, voice like silk and just as soft. It was a wonder that Light had been able to get him so riled up, something that the others hadn't managed.

Fury was something ugly, reserved only for actions. It didn't belong in one's appearance, in one's voice. It wasn't becoming, not one bit.

He pressed his body flush against Light's, hands slipping from the man's shoulders to the wall behind him, leg working to part Light's own. Mihael angled his chin upward, accenting the flurry of movement with a kiss that was nothing short of brutal.

Mihael was taking control in the only way he knew how.

"Hmph!" He shook his head slightly as the slamming of the wall stunned him, and he panicked as he felt the other's hands on his shoulders. Light could do no more then just stare at the other with slight confusion, knowing the full fury he was about to receive. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at the other. What had surprised him though was the kiss he got.

Light's eyes widened as he moved his hands onto the other's chest and tried to push him away. He shifted his legs around Mihael's squirming slightly, wanting to move away from him. He narrowed his eyes as he parted his mouth to bit down on the other's bottom lip. Fucking asshole! Think you can get away with this, think again.

Blood seeped into the kiss. His blood. A coppery tag that was obscene, and Mihael couldn't help but like it. The pain from the bite? It was nothing but an afterthought. Nothing could phase him, not anymore, not after years of working the streets of Los Angeles. People were dirty, disgusting, things, they lived in filth, relished it; and Mihael had grown used to it, developed a taste for it.

He pulled away slowly, liquid crimson trailing from the corner of his mouth. Everything was painted in red; Light's hands had contracted it from the failed attempt of pushing Mihael away; the walls were stained with bloody hand prints; Mihael was covered in it from head to toe and soon Light would be lost within the red haze as well. Perfect.

"Don't tell me that you're not enjoying this." Sultry words, sultry timing. The sentence was almost a purr. Mihael pulled himself closer still, wrapping one arm around Light's neck in case the other man tried to push him away again. Hips moved out of their own accord, rocking against Light's own, undulating in a precise manner, creating friction.

"I'll be horribly offended if you aren't."

The taste had been horrible, the smell all the same. He felt light headed almost wanting to puke. He shifted his hips forward feeling his face grow hot from the closeness. A short hold back groan left his parted bloody lips. Light continued to push at the other, feeling his hands slip slightly at the shirt his hands clenched around the material.

Light shifted his hips slightly but only created more friction between them. His eyes narrowed slightly at Mihael. "You may look like, Mello... but you aren't Mello."

As soon as the words lift he didn't feel any regret, he didn't care what the other did to him. Light would hold his own ground or at least try to. He wanted Mello but he couldn't think of what to say to get the other one out. There had to be a trigger, he couldn't stay Mihael all time, but what was he missing?

Involuntary shudders ran down his spine, and Mihael fought off the urge to wrap his hands around Light's neck and strangle the life from him, cut off the voice that insisted upon calling a name that wasn't his. But the impulse was resisted, the surge of emotion channeled into manipulation. Mihael ran his tongue down the side of Light's neck, painting a hot stripe, slicking skin with a mixture of blood a saliva. Light had uttered no words of protest, even rewarded his actions with a drawn out groan - he wouldn't dare to stop him now, not when tension was running high.

He slammed his hips upward, almost painfully, before continuing the slow, grinding rhythm he'd established, taking the time to moan hotly into Light's ear. It never hurt to let your partner know exactly how much you wanted them, it reminded them of how much they wanted you.

Free hand heading south, slender fingers found their way under and up Light's shirt, and teased the flesh underneath with hard touches and the raking of fingernails. Something about Light was different, the man seemed to draw emotion from Mihael like a magnet, and bring everything to the surface. The blonde wasn't too fond of the feeling at all, it was something that reminded him of the monster he'd locked away, but he continued on, bound by his actions, oblivious to the distant sound of chains rattling.

"You're right, I'm not him." He managed to say, breath coming in sharp pants.

"I'm better."

He groaned again at the contact on his skin, he flushed deeply as his grip tightened on the slick shirt. All senses had run loose from him, he couldn't tell if he should give in or just spit in the other’s face. Light's head spun slightly as he felt even more light headed from the smell of the blood which made him choke.

Kira wanted Mello, but he knew they would be engaged in argument and not against a wall having at his body like it was some damn prize. Light took in a sharp breath as his mind started to rack through his brain trying to find a simple thing to bring the blonde back to his senses, but all was lost as he felt the fingernails. He made a slight hissing sound. His mind caught what the other was saying. His voice cracked slightly.

"You're not the better one. Mello is the better man..."

He knew the words would sting the other like venom. Light didn't want Mihael, but at the same time his body was failing him. His body wanted it his hips ground back against the others as he made another sharp desperate moan. Why did he have to be so sexually frustrated? It wasn't like him, but he wanted more of the contact but not from this man... no... but from Mello if he could just lure the other blonde out.

"We both know that isn't true, Kira." Mihael's voice was tight, constricted, as he kept a surge of anger at bay and tried to focus solely on the pleasure that coursed through his body.

"It's me you want, not him, and I don't have to say much to prove it." The reciprocation of his actions was more than enough, the heat that pulsed between their bodies said it all. It was Mihael that was wanted, while the monster kept was kept at bay. Mihael and no one else. Never anyone else.

It was a pity that Mihael couldn't hear the hollow thud of a manacle dropping to the ground.
He wasn't aware of the brittle snap of iron chains.

Confident that he wouldn't be pushed away again, Mihael shifted his position, both hands dropping to the waistband of Light's pants, threatening the hardware that held the garment up; lithe fingers teasing metal buttons and buckles to open themselves. However the action was not without its drawbacks - it put an end to the blessed friction, the steady grind of hips meeting hips, and Mihael sought to replace it. As his hands continued to work, he captured the man's lips in an unforgiving kiss, one that could bruise, one that would leave the other breathless, wordless. Don't talk about him, don't you dare mention him again.

"But it... is the truth... you just can't see it." Light gave another moan as he turned his head one side before looking back at the other with eyes that had a longing in them. He wanted this so much but not with this man, he may have had Mello's body, but he didn't have the will.

The brown haired man moved his body against Mihael's almost desperately, but at the same time his hands decided to work against him to try to pull the other closer to his. His cheeks were flushed with desire while his mouth had been partly slightly. Light didn't like being in the position he was in, but did not dare try to fight the other for dominance. Once he felt the others work at his pants he let out a slight groan while spreading his legs a bit more around Mihael's leg.

He couldn't believe his own actions, how he was losing so much control. He had been so frustrated that he should have just gone to Misa to get rid of it. Now he was in the hallway and he would accept anything that Mihael decided to do to him. Light's eyes widened slightly as he felt the other’s lips upon his again he gave a sharp grind back against the slender hips of the other. He kept his mouth parted his tongue slowly licking at Mihael's lips. Why... why am I even allowing him control? This isn't like me at all...I should do something about it... but... haa.

Mihael's actions were more desperate now, lacking precision, lacking grace. His hands worked blindly at Light's pants, finally managing to drag them and the garment that lay beneath down slim hips, exposing sensitive flesh to cool air. And then Light's tongue was running across his lips, and Mihael instinctively parted them, welcoming the intrusion. He liked how Light's tongue felt slick against his, liked how it felt just a little bit like sin. The metallic taste of blood still lingered in his mouth and it only made the moment that much more perfect, that much more memorable.

Smirking into the kiss, Mihael wrapped his fingers around the base of Light's cock, applying just the right amount of pressure before working his hand up and down the length, strokes harsh and just as unforgiving as the kiss that they're both locked in. He takes pleasure in the fact knowing that Light can't complain, even if he wanted to, couldn't tell him how that monster is better than he is when it simply isn't true. It's something he knows for a fact. If his counterpart was better, more worth while, he wouldn't be locked away. And Mihael wouldn't be in control.

He broke the kiss, breath coming in short gasps, before capturing Light's gaze with lust-darkened eyes. "How does it feel?" The drawl turned into a moan as Mihael's hand kept working, kept sending waves of pleasure through Light's body. "I don't have any regrets about this, do you?"

He felt his pants leave his body, making him shiver. He groaned at as he felt the hand of the other wrap around him, making him buck against it willingly. Light could feel the pleasure running through his veins, and he accepted it with a slight moan. His tongue moved around Mihael's mouth in a needy way, desperate for something more. One of his hands slid under Mihael's shirt, the other into Mihael's hair, tugging slightly at the strands.

When the man released his mouth, he panted slightly, breathless and moaning. He felt embarrassed extremely dirty that they were still out in public with Mihael doing such a thing to him. Light's legs shook slightly as he felt weak, almost melting completely to the pleasure. His hands moved quickly to Mihael's own pants with shaky hands he slowly undid the metal, wanting more contact anything. "Not...haa... at the moment.."

"Perfect."

Without a second thought, Mihael continued, mouth traveling to the hollow of Light's throat, biting and tonguing the skin until the hints of a bruise started to form. Feeling the hands working at his pants, he arched his hips, allowing the other man better access. Something told Mihael that this was dangerous, but he ignored it. Between the soft gasps and moans, the thrill of being in public, the hands at his waist, and the flesh that throbbed in his hand he couldn't think. He was lost entirely. At that moment he could have forgiven Light for what he'd said - all that horrid nonsense, it didn't matter now. Here, Mihael was in control (or at least thought he was) and was getting what he wanted the most.

Face flushed with arousal, he looked to Light again through half-lidded eyes, wondering what exactly made the man different. He released the hold that he had on the other man, opting to slip his hand between Light's thighs, touching anywhere but where Light wanted, teasing until the end. He was in control, he was, and he'd prove it before he was through.

The man shivered against the blonde, face flushing deeply as he let out a low groan. Light was already frustrated he didn't need to be teased on top of it. His hands took off the belt, slowly pulling down the fabric down, not caring it someone was in the hall way or not. He slowly grabbed Mihael's own hard erection stroking it through the clothing. He pressed his hips against he moved another hand under the others shirt pressing against it and slightly trailing his finger nails up.

"Haa... please... stop... teasing me." He moaned as he lifted his hips up, wanting the other to touch him. Knowing that Mihael was avoiding it on purpose made him go nuts. He squirmed slightly against the wall he finally found a phrase that might bring out Mello, but would he be able to at least mumble it out? Or will he just let this Mihael have at him.

Mihael cried out at the unexpected contact and leaned into the other's touch, the blazing trail that Light's hands had left behind banished all further thoughts of teasing. He'd drawn this out for long enough, there wasn't any point in holding out any longer, not when Light was begging for it, not when his pulse was pounding louder than wardrums in his ears.

A subtle movement, Mihael guided the other man's legs further apart, fingers wandering into unexplored territory, stopping when they reached Light's entrance.

"Stop teasing?" Words murmured against Light's neck, accompanied by teeth. There would be marks. Mihael would see to that; because Light was the one being used here. Light was the one who was being controlled. "If you insist."

Light moaned deeply as he felt the finger at his entrance he pushed down on it grinning slightly at Mihael. He wanted it so badly but at the same time this wasn't the man he wanted. He made one more deep moan for the man as if putting on a slight show. "Mello... I'M NOT KIRA!"

There he shouted the one phrase he could think of that would bring out Mello, if it would he was sure the blonde would freak out considering their positions, and being also outside in the view of the public. Oh how he wished he wouldn't have shouted that phrase but he smirked slightly, knowing that if he was going to make a show of things might as well do them this way. Light wanted Mello. Kira wanted Mello so hopefully Kira would get what he was after.

The switch was instantaneous.

Mihael, for all the control he thought he had, was tossed back into his cage and Mello was flung headfirst into a situation he couldn't even begin to make sense of, a single phrase echoing in his head: "I'm not Kira". His free hand snaked up to the other man's shoulder, before he slammed Light back into the wall, a merciless snarl twisting his features.

"Liar!" Mello hissed through clenched teeth before his body went completely rigid, muscles stiffening, everything was put on hold as he took in his surroundings.

He wasn't sure if he'd ever felt this disgusted in his life.

Mello tried not to think about his current compromising position, the exact location of his hand, instead he honed in on the finer details: they were in the corridor just outside L's room, blood stained their clothes, but it looked as though it didn't belong to either of them.

Ten seconds passed before Mello violently pulled himself away, all but launched himself to the other side of the hall. Clumsily, he made himself decent, pulling pants back into place, rearranging his bloodied shirt the best that he could - completely ignoring Light's presence and what they had just been doing. "This... can't be happening." He wasn't aware that he'd been speaking out loud until the words hit his ears. He swallowed dryly, trying to clear his thoughts, and did his best to hide the confusion that was no doubt more than apparent in his gaze.

"I would never...!" This was betrayal, blackout or not. He might not have been in control of his own actions, but this... this was inexcusable. This was sin. Kira murdered your hero, killed you, killed your partner. Betrayal. Betrayal. Betrayal.

He wasn't sure how long it'd been, how much time had passed since he'd found himself in thick and cloying darkness. He just knew he'd heard Kira's voice, knew it pissed him off like no other, and then here was. Without any idea of the date, time, how he'd gotten there, whose blood was on his clothes, why his body pulsed with arousal. What. Had. He. Done?

Apparently Kira knew.

Mello wanted to laugh out of sheer absurdity of the situation.

Light’s eyes widened slightly as he felt the other come back to his senses. He did a slight 'heh' before making him self as decent as he can feeling more sexually frustrated. The man carefully moved in front of Mello, and placed his hands gently on his cheeks, rested his forehead against the blonde's. He wrapped his arms around Mello's neck, pulling him into a hug. "Calm down, Mello. Just calm down... look I wanted you. But apparently Mihael had other plans. Mello what the fuck what happened to you? This isn't like you at all."

He sighed as he stared at Mello, not moving from his spot. So the phrase had brought back the blonde that he wanted. Mello, no more of this Mihael for the time being, Light took it upon himself to press his body against the other's holding on tight. "Please don’t push me away... I'm not going to hurt you I just want to find out myself as to why Mihael is around and you weren't."

"Mihael?" Mello's eyes flashed dangerously as he remained still in Light's grip. More than anything, Mello hated being talked down to, being treated like he was incompetent, being treated like a child that had to be dealt with accordingly. And when such treatment came from the great bastard Kira himself, Mello had to use every ounce of self control that he possessed not to wrench himself away out of Light's arms. He couldn't afford to do that now, not when Kira had information that he wanted. He'd have to play along for now.

Mello tried to even out his breathing and slow his racing heartbeat, the close proximity of their bodies wasn't helping the task along, however. It shouldn't have been that difficult (but at the same time it was, and Mello wanted to kill himself for it).

Mihael. His first name. Light was speaking as though Mihael was a completely different person, an entirely separate being, someone that wasn't Mello at all. Was it true? Mello didn't know, and almost didn't want to find out.

"What the hell are you talking about?" It took a great deal of effort to keep his voice smooth, to keep it from cracking. But this was the best way to glean the information that he needed, to find out what Kira knew. It didn't matter if the man gave him lies or the truth, now the most important thing was to get his point of view on the story. Mello didn't have anything else to go on. Dammit! He hated this, being in such a useless position. But what else could he do?

Forsake what's left of your pride, let him think that you're more broken than you actually are. Play him before he can get to you.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around Light's waist, swallowing his pride and returning the hug.

"What happened here?"

The sharp words of the blonde man had made him smirk slightly. This was the better man for him, feeling the anger and hate from him had been more than enough. Light knew Mello didn't like the hug in any way, but the embrace only tightened slightly. His hands moved up the other’s back slowly as he pulled away just a bit to stare into Mello’s dark eyes.

"You, my friend, have a split personality. I do believe whenever you are Mihael you have no self-control. I don't know what exactly you did to Near, but your other half told me I should be thankful. He's a bit...loopy which isn't you, Mello. You are the better man. It doesn't matter what others may think. I as Kira, would rather have you over you other self."

His voice had been loud in the beginning before growing quieter and quieter, almost to a murmur. Light had moved his head closer towards Mello his lips brushing against the man's. Mihael had kissed him but he truly wanted Mello to.

With a slight tilt of his head, Light pressed his lips roughly and dependent against Mello's. He knew the act was dangerous and the blonde would certainly shove him off of him but he didn’t care, not now. He wanted to kiss Mello and hoped that Mihael would stay away for a few days.

Mello's stare was critical when Light's eyes met his. Convince me. A split personality that had taken on his birth name, Mihael? Mello didn't want to think it was true, but he was running out of other possible explanations. Nothing else fit so perfectly, nothing else would make sense of the constant blackouts, memory loss and a dozen other symptoms that he'd been faced with. The blood had been explained, it was Near's. Mello tensed even further, if that was possible. Was Near still alive? There was too much blood, everything was coated in red...

And then Light's lips were against his, Mello found himself kissing back. BetrayalBetrayalBetrayal. Maybe it was the remnants of the heat between their bodies, or maybe he just wanted to continue the game. Show Light what he couldn't have and then take it all away. It was a moment before his hands found their way to Light's chest, and boldly shoved the taller man off.

"You think I value your opinion at all?" Mello hissed once again through still-clenched teeth, hands forming fists at his sides. "I'm not a fucking possession! You can't 'have me' because I was never yours and never will be. I don't belong to goddamned anyone! And I'm most certainly not your fucking 'friend'!" He shook his head, strands of gold forming a curtain that blocked his eyes. "You're a fool to think so."

The man chuckled as he stared at Mello, grinning openly. Light grabbed hold of Mello's fists as he peered into the pitch blackness of his eyes. His lips pulled into a twisted smirk. "Mihael wanted to fuck me, Mello... by the way." He tilted his head as his eyes focused only on Mello's.

"Mihael's the better man, you are just pathetic and weak. You depend solely on your other half. Mihael, is better." Light hind as much as the lie he could from his voice. He just wanted to see if he could bring Mello's other side back. He knew how to bring Mello out, but how was Mihael brought back out of him? The man would be sad at having to push Mello back to bring the other self out, but he had been curious. It couldn't be that simple... could it?

Mello faltered for a moment, eyes drifting out of focus as a voice echoed in the back of his mind.

"You know what he's saying is right, you're nothing. Nothing but a monster."

And then he snapped back, meeting Light's gaze with a heated glare. It didn't make sense, Light saying how much he wanted Mello in one breath, then in the next saying how weak and useless Mello was. It was something that blonde didn't deny, it was the truth, wasn't it? If he hadn't been weak, he wouldn't be standing here right now; something as pathetic as a split personality wouldn't have been an issue. If he was really all that strong, he wouldn't have succumbed to a mental disease reserved for those who couldn't cope with their own lives, their own choices.

"I can't be manipulated so easily, Kira. Sorry to disappoint." Words were laden with hatred as Mello thrashed in Light's grip, once again managing to break the hold that the man had on them. "Mihael wanted to fuck you? That much was already obvious." It felt odd to say his own name like that, felt odd to imagine that there was a different person attached to it now. "But that doesn't mean that I feel the same way." The kiss still lingered on his lips, and Mello wondered why he was even thinking about that now.

"You're a disgusting piece of filth, you know that?"

"I know I'm disgusting. It was all a lie anyway. I want to know what triggers Mihael out. Obviously not what I just said." Light moved away from Mello, turning his back. He looked over his shoulder at Mello with a slight smile. The man did enjoy messing around with Mello and he wanted it to stay that way. "Hopefully next time we meet you are Mello, not Mihael. See you around blondie."

He gave a small wave as he walked over to his room. He grabbed the door knob turning it and walked in slightly. "You should go check on Near, Mello." He replied as he walked the rest of the way into his room, shutting the door softly behind him. He didn't care about Near but he was sure Mello would want to make sure he wasn't dead. Light sighed as he leaned against the door, he still didn’t know what he was doing. But he knew one thing, he wanted to make up for what his mirror version didn't do for the Queen. So maybe, he’ll finally make his voice be heard for her.